We wake up in the morning of our life

naked, and you don’t mean anything to me; you are not there.

There is only me and an endless world inside 

and out there somewhere.



Then they take you, they tell you without words 

there are lines that divide.

You can’t even choose; your life is determined

like falling asleep. 



You sometimes, while you are standing, see these lines in the corner of your mind

of the puppeteer pulling on the loose hanging strings.

You almost started to forget your why. 



We all long to before those lines

to the other side.

To nowhere land, where we can play again

the puppeteer

and sit down 

naked.